The Dead (John William Streets Poems)
Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,Voicing the peerless theme of noble youthWho rose to Life's sublimest greatness ...
Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,Voicing the peerless theme of noble youthWho rose to Life's sublimest greatness ...
Showers of shrapnel, scream of deadly shells;And broken lie the belfry's prayerful bellsAmid the silent, ruined cloisters, whereLonely, mute on ...
NOW."Mother of England! why do you weep?""My heart's with the fate of my own dearest sonsFighting for Freedom against modern ...
Hushed is the wind upon the southern hill:It died e'en as the sunset in the westSwoon'd Cleopatra-like; upon its breastMy ...
Hushed is the shriek of hurtling shells: and hark!Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-Grand in his loneliness, his ...
Upon the margin of a rugged shoreThere is a spot now barren, desolate,A place of graves, sodden with human goreThat ...
A breath of wind; a fragrant memory;Soft music and the magic of a song;A night beneath whose moonlight pale and ...
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